Los Angeles daily herald., 1887-08-20
DAILY HERALD.
ON A HOLIDAY.
A " Herald P" Man Takes
an Outing.
SAN JUAN CAPISTRANO.
A Delightful Place and Many
HOspitable PeOple-A Home
like Hotel.

man gets lay-off, that he feels like
telling everybody about the good time
he is having. For some years past
the writer has heard from old-timers
many encomiums passed upon San
Juan Capistrano. and toward that
place he hied him with the most val
liable of his possessions on last Mon
day. He took the train for Santa
Ana and turned his setter pup over to
the tender mercies of the baggage
master. On arriving at that station
he went for the dog, and it was a
wild-eyed baggage-man indeed who
handed him over to me. The official
asked: "When are you coming back ?''
and 1 told him in about two weeks.
He said: ''Going to bring the
dog back?" | said that such
was my intention, and he re-
replied, "Well before your return l
shall either have resigned or COM
mitted suicide" | don't know what
he meant as the dog is well behaved,
but little playful. Mr.. John West
met us at the Santa Ana depot and
had with rare foresight procured a
carriage to take us on our journey to
San Juan. Mr.. James Byrne of the
San Joaquin rancho was at the depot
and induced to take seat in the car
riage as far as the ranch house. This
proved to be stroke of good fortune
in view of the calamity that happened
which was as follows: As we entered
the confines of the magnificent San
joaquin and were travelling along at a
good gait the nigh mare, with care
less degags air, threw her right hind
hoof over the pole and inflicted a
severe kick upon the left ham of the
off horse. Both animals then started
off at break-neck speed and it was
with considerable difficulty that they
were stopped by the combined efforts
of the driver and Mr.. Byrne.
The horses were got under control
and the ranch house reached and the
driver sent back to Santa Ana for an
other pair of horses. A fellow don't
mind risking his own life behind
pair of horses sent out for training,
but he doesn't like to have his wife
along. The man who owns the horses
was heard to say to the driver at the
depot at Santa Ana: "Get your load
in as those horses won't stand long"
But no attention was paid to the re-
mark. 1t was subsequently ascer-
tanned that the kicking mare had
been out OF bronco band less
month Tho
who owns the horses is OF the n lme
of Heel, or Steel, or Peel, Whatever
his name is, he will send a man out
sometime with pair of runaway
horses and an accident will occur.
The man will then, if his life is
spared, heel himself with club,
steel his nerves, and peel the head of
the man who rented him the murder
Gus team. As it is, shall file suit
against him for damages on my re-
turn to Los Angeles.
PLEASANT LUNCHEON.
While the warm-haired Jehu returned
to Santa Ana for a less dangerous
team, we were most pleasantly enter
tanned at luncheon by Mr.. James
Byrne at the ranch house. Mr..
Byrne, as a host, is perfect, and we
were glad OF a runaway that gave us
three hours of his delightful hospitali-
ty, "a portion of the time being spent
around bountifully laden table, the
remainder sitting on the piazza gaz-
ing out over the magnificent San Joa-
quin ranch. Through the public press
this is the most extensively known
piece of property in Califor-
MIA, but few indeed are the people who
have any idea OF its beauty and vast
proportions. 1t is glorious expanse
of fertile country, and joyful will be
the day when its 10000 acres are cut
up into small holdings and thousand
families engage in tilling the soil and
enriching the country. We drove
fourteen miles over the property and
saw only few tenant houses. Where
rs if it were cut up there would be a
thousand homes in sight from the
road.
After long ride over a good road,
albeit little dusty, the town of San
Juan Capistrano was seen i'll the dis
tance, and in short time we were
landed in front of
THE MENDELsoN HOUSE.
Major Mendelson, the veteran pro-
prietor of this house, who has 50 often
proven godsend to the way
farer, received us with that suavity
80 well known to the old-timers who
used to travel by stage from Los An
geles to San Diego. A neatly fur
nished, pleasant room was placed at
our disposal, and ere long the welcome
sound Of the dinner-bell was heard
and we were ushered into the dining
room. For good, wholesome, home
like cooking commend me to the
Hotel de Mendelson. | was at first
inclined to think that | enjoyed that
meal so much because | was hun
cry after my long ride, but the
feeling of delight has kept up
at each successive meal until
1 am firmly convinced, first, that it is
the character and variety of the
yiands, the manner in which they are
cooked and the way they are served
that appeal 80 strongly to my appetite
While at dinner Judge Richard
Egan, the handsome and erudite
jurist of San Juan, entered. He ex-
pressed sunrise at seeing me, and said
that he had sent rattling team ovei
for me in the morning, and his
messenger had telegraphed back that
he could not find me. A man when
he backs the favorite for a large sum
and beastly outsider wins, he feels
badly. A fellow who buys a town lot
and finds it covered with cactus is moi
comfortable, but those fellows know
nothing OF the regret | felt when the
Judge told me of this. A sad disap.
pointment, all on accaunt OF
one little vague word in let
ter. The Judges friends will be
glad to know that while the judi.
cial crmine becomes him and lends
an added air of dignity it rests lightly
upon his manly shoulders. His court
room ia called Harmony Hall, and he